wocket in my pocket

Looking for the unexpected in the mundane.

Sprite

on February 17, 2017

a poem about going to bed and the vice of drinking too much carbonated beverage, by Gregory

“Why? Why? Why?”

said little Billy Fie.

“Why must I be in bed by 8:00 at night…

when I could be up

drinking lots and lots of Sprite?”

“Because, dear,” said the maid Mrs. Piper,

“Sprite would make you hyper.”

But late one night Billy

drank 3 gallons of Sprite

and as he was straining to get the last drop,

Poor Billy went POP!

But it’s Friday night, so we are going to party and stay up late! What about you?

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3 responses to “Sprite

  1. Tina ~ says:

    THREE GALLONS OF SPRITE?!?!?!!! 🙂 🙂

  2. Linda H says:

    I’m impressed it’s Sprite he’s after and not Mountain Dew or Red Bull. 🙂 Staying up on a Friday night to party with the kiddos sounds like a great idea to me. 🙂

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